She’s got magic under her fingertips waiting to be unleashed She glances up and manipulates the entire sea when she cries a black hole of sadness warps everything in her path. When she’s happy as a Daisy the waters recede which could cause drought for days and days the pendulum swings from her to I causing downContinue reading “She is”
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She’s deep though
(Before she rids all things beauty) There she was dressed to the T Name brand from head to toe: Jeans snug, just a kiss of cleavage showing She’s mastered the art of beauty Because she’s terrible at everything else and her mind’s not like the others She hides behind mesmerizing curves, and charms, and niceness Why? because notContinue reading “She’s deep though”
I Want It All
I Want It All Sitting in my cardboard box room Only small coin in my hand Flip on the tube, there’s happy people Living well across the land Got bright smiles and new clothing Spending money just for fun Why should they have all the pleasure Why not let me dance in the sun IContinue reading “I Want It All”
Frayed Ends
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends”
The Mason
The Mason He picked up a red brick Brushed it off and placed it on the wet cement. He had sweat on his brow that Drip dripped. His overalls and long sleeve plaid shirt Were a good choice that frigid morning But mid-day it was 80 degrees under the sun. He still stacked because ifContinue reading “The Mason”
Skirts
There is nothing here this is a blank sheet that needs my creativity, only my well has run dry or my muse has gone on vacation. It’s in you, your life is an inspiration but my life is dull dull dull and all I want is to write write write: no bars or small talk, onlyContinue reading “Skirts”
Correction On Shrouded
Yesterday I posted a poem, but as an over thinker I already want to make one thing clear. Here’s the poem. “The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madnessContinue reading “Correction On Shrouded”
Shrouded
Shrouded The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madness is divinity hoarded with chocolates and tea. There’s incessant knocking knocking pounding and glass shattering I open my hands andContinue reading “Shrouded”
To be
While I pick at this mold I’m asked What do you want to be A fluffy cloud? Nah, it’s too late A pipe? Nah, my arms are growing tired. Well what do you want to be? I wish to remain shapeless without form not caste in a womb and fired in a kiln I wishContinue reading “To be”
Yesterdays Christmas Cookies
Yesterday’s Christmas Cookies Crumbly cookie crumbs falling to the ground lemon tang melting inside my mouth pop! cookies washed down with golden Champagne love bubbles tickle my nose -Saschia Johnson
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